The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 219

“Oh?”

Ciel shook the pocket watch in her hand and smiled with relief, “Yours?”

Things have truly turned upside down now.

It seemed Ciel couldn’t extract anything else from Forte, who had his own consciousness.

Ciel stood up and turned to look at Eleanor behind her, asking, “Do you have any ‘Radiant Bishops’ or ‘Missionaries’ you are relatively familiar with, the kind who can brainwash him?”

“Naturally.”

Eleanor said, “However… with Forte’s mental strength, he can probably resist for a long time… If we increase the number of people, this will make more people aware of Forte’s matter.”

“I am ashamed to say that I cannot guarantee every believer is absolutely loyal.”

When she said this, Eleanor slightly lowered her head. It seemed she was also very concerned about this point.

“It’s alright. Didn’t you hear him?”

Ciel said nonchalantly, “Anyway, time will restart at a specific point, and Forte himself doesn’t know this restart point. Only I do… Whatever you need to do, feel free to do it.”

“What information about him do you need?” Eleanor looked at Ciel before her and asked.

If she had had any doubts about Ciel’s abilities before, now that she had witnessed Ciel breaking Forte’s composure, Eleanor was completely convinced.

She had to strive to form an alliance with Ciel and the mysterious organization behind her. Eleanor had a premonition that this was one of the few ways the Church of the Savior Goddess could break this situation.

“How fast can you successfully brainwash him at the fastest?” Ciel asked.

Ciel didn’t have much time to stay in the simulation. She only hoped the brainwashing would be as fast as possible.

“I will try my best… Six… no, within five hours.” Eleanor said.

“Then I await your good news,”

Ciel looked at Eleanor and said, “After the brainwashing is complete… you can find me at Avena Roswell’s house. Do a little searching, and you should be able to find the address.”

“Okay…”

Eleanor nodded. After hesitating for a moment, she continued to ask, “What are you going to do? Do you need my help?”

“No need.” Ciel shook her head.

“Because I am going back to sleep.”

Eleanor: “…”

Eleanor escorted Mond, who had been implanted with Forte’s correct memories, back to the Holy See of the Church of the Savior Goddess.

And Ciel, instead of taking the Church of the Savior Goddess’s shabby carriage, took a public carriage to Avena’s home.

Avena at this moment must still be worried about her. There were less than eleven hours remaining in the simulation. Ciel couldn’t let her simulated Avena spend the rest of the time in fear.

Anyway, Mond’s matter had been resolved, and she had also acquired Mond’s schedule and plan. She couldn’t do much else with the remaining time. She could only quietly wait for Eleanor to decipher Forte’s memories.

…

“Young Mistress, please eat something.”

“Thank you, I’m not very hungry.”

Inside the study in Avena’s large mansion, Nia was softly persuading Avena from behind.

But Avena, who seemed to have not closed her eyes all night, was just flipping through the book in her hand on her own. She seemed to want to calm herself down by reading, not to continue overthinking.

Yet, even so, she was just mechanically flipping through the pages. The content inside completely failed to register in her mind. Her thoughts were sluggish and dull. Her dark purple pupils were as still as stagnant water.

“Ah!!!!”

But at this moment, a maid’s scream broke the silence of the study.

Avena looked back at Nia. Nia slightly nodded and said, “It’s the sound from the second floor. I’ll have little Tara go check.”

Nia quickly walked to the door and looked at Tara, who was standing by the door in a maid uniform, eyes closed, seemingly resting. She said, “Little Tara, can you go check the second floor?”

During this time, Nia and Tara’s relationship seemed to have grown a little closer. One was Ciel’s guard, the other was Avena’s guard. As fellow guards, they had found some common ground.

“Okay.”

Tara didn’t say much. She just slowly walked to the second floor.

Upon reaching the place where the scream came from, Tara looked at the maid who had fallen to the ground and asked, “What happened?”

“There’s… there’s a body! Some… someone is dead!!!”

The maid tremblingly pointed towards the bathroom, then scrambled to her feet in panic and ran towards the stairs, seemingly going to find the butler.

Dead person?

Tara walked to the bathroom door and opened it. The rising steam inside slightly interfered with Tara’s vision.

She walked directly inside. Her eyes scanned the dirty, torn trench coat and clothes seeping with blood on the floor. This made it impossible for the soap and perfume in the bathroom to cover up the smell of blood.

Two white shadows appeared behind Tara. She looked towards the bathtub.

At this moment, in the pure copper gilded bathtub filled with warm water, there was a figure with black long hair, face down, submerged in the bathtub, as if drowned.

Just as Tara was about to move forward, her delicate nose twitched slightly. She paused for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her face.

Within this bloodstain, there was the scent of Lord Mother Goddess…

Tara walked to the bathtub and knelt down halfway. She said softly, “Lord Ciel, welcome back.”

Plop—

One of Ciel’s hands reached out from the bathtub. Then, with almost all of her strength, she lifted her head out of the bathtub, resting her chin on the edge of the bathtub.

Steam rose from her body. The comfortable feeling seemed to make her completely unwilling to move. Ciel squinted her eyes and looked at Tara before her. She said weakly, “Help me… get a set of clothes… Tara…”

“Gurgle…”

After saying that, Ciel’s body, like a boneless earthworm, slid back into the bathtub, continuing to play the role of a “floating corpse.”